She dragged an old iron garden chair across. "I think you'd better sit down for a couple of minutes." Yes, I think so too. Could you pour me another P...esecco, please?" Sure". She emptied the bottle into our two flutes, then slid back to resume her posture on the sun bed. This time with her legs opened wide."Out of 10?"I pretended to contemplate the mind-boggling sexual experience we'd just shared. "Of, I don't know: perhaps 37?"She roared with laughter, spilling the rest of her drink over her. For me the experience begins long before I even lay eyes upon my dessert, in the market buying the ingredients. Choosing ingredients that taste the best, preparing the food exactly how I like it. The constant sense of anticipation from the moment I buy ingredients knowing that they are the best to the last satisfying bite that makes you want to lick the plate. When it’s that good you know it’s worth waiting for. You get what you put in, for example the sauce, you can either use cheap oily. Seeing this, I am hard and mom knows it. “Turn you seat to me dear.” Mom says as she puts her legs back down. I turn the captain’s chair so that I can look at mom. She then turns her seat in a way the she can still see the road but her feet ate on my cock. Then with her right hand reaches over and grabs me. I get harder as she strokes it. Doing this almost caused mom to rear ended a slow moving car in front of us. We stop doing what we were doing. After a few minutes mom takes an off ramp and. She sucked in her breath as fingers touched her already swollen sex lips.John's finger entered her first, followed closely by Thomas's."Oh God," she hissed as both fingers stretched her then started to move in and out. Her head began to spin as her eyes closed in pleasure. She could hear the sucking sound the moving fingers made between her very wet lips.It was strange for John to feel another man's finger inside his wife's vagina. His penis throbbed in his pants when he thought that later, he.